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Guarded
I'm lost in a riddle of answers.
They never seem to find my prayers.
Drowning in an ocean of conclusions,
my ship set adrift somewhere.
Basking in the light of delusion,
the world gets lost in there.
Grounded in thoughts
that I get to choose when.
To give back the light
I was once given.
Copyright ©
joseph randall
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